January 2008
2 posts
Changing over, slowly.
I now blog at http://annacrucis.blogspot.com/ Commenting enabled. Because I’m vain like that.
To a small audience.
I was hoping to come up with something witty, useful, or intelligent. I didn’t. I can, however, promise more of the same in the future. In the meantime, enjoy the lyrics to one of my favorite tunes, “Pepper,” by the Butthole Surfers (such a lovely name, no?) Oh, and I hate IBM. More on that later. Now, here are the lyrics… Marky got with Sharon And Sharon got Cherese ...
November 2007
6 posts
Fun...but turn off your pop-up blocker. →
Trust me…it’s funny.
Canned biscuits.
*rip…rip…rip…* FUCK!
w00t, again!
Mr. Cool Guy from my Pre-Cal class hooked me up for wireless at the school. Yay! Now I can waste time from any table in the cafeteria! (No, I don’t remember his name)
dorkmath (paraphrase)
Me: Kiss my asymptote. Bo: I would, but I can never get close enough. (wit=amazing—response in less than 2 seconds. No wonder I love him.)
Relationships.
One is being loved until the person knows you. The other is being known until the person loves you. The first happens often, and almost always ends in failure. If you’re lucky enough to experience the second, keep it, and never let go. If the grass starts to look greener on the other side of the fence, turn around and change your grass into a garden, and never look back. That’s only...
October 2007
4 posts
Writing on the Wall...or whiteboard...
Anit is not Boring. The writer of said insult will be visited, off-season, by the Testicle-Eating Easter Weasel. May God have mercy on your soul.
w00t!
After weeks of wondering what that song was (refer to previous post), I’ve FOUND IT!! Song: “Life for Rent” Artist: Dido Album: “Life for Rent” Other good songs on there, too, like “Don’t Leave Home.” I normally don’t like “chick” music, but her stuff rules. Even though I usually avoid rap, I like how her tune “Thank...
I hate Barium.
Really. Even if it’s apple flavored. I like painkillers mixed with Ativan, though. Fun stuff, until you fall asleep. Well, I don’t have appendicitis, but I get checked for a hernia tomorrow. My body, I think, is trying to secede from my head. The word for today? Ow. Three cheers for the year of Whiskey, Tangos and Foxtrots. Drunk dancing, anyone?
Somebody turn off the fan...
Okay. Please. Because the s**t just keeps flying. Between my stuff and family stuff (husband’s side), it’s an effing mess.
September 2007
3 posts
Conversations at the Buffet (paraphrase)
1. Mich: What’s that stuff that comes out of the toaster? Me: Ummm…Toast? 2. Me (eating an ice cream cone): You know, I think they make Communion Wafers out of the bottoms of these cones. Mich: Yeah. Me: They just saw them off, stamp a cross on them, and there you go. Mich: (Laughing) Me: They don’t say “Eat It All” on them though. Like “Shut up and...
Dork.
Yes. I’m a dork. You know why? Because I name inanimate objects. Like my bright red (no flames, sadly) KitchenAid 5-quart Artisan stand mixer, Chairman Kaga. Now I have a hot pink TI-84 Plus Silver Edition graphing calculator. I named it Cindy Vertex. Yes. I’m a dork.
August 2007
9 posts
Update on this "Grandma"
She lives in a castle. With towers. And wore long dresses. The castle had really huge fireplaces. She played backgammon with him (the kid rolls a mean game, too), had curly hair (light brown) and blue eyes. Oh, and with the backgammon—she always let him win. Creepy.
Dang!
So, there was this great song playing at the grocery store (Bloom actually plays good music) and I have NO IDEA what the song is…it had a Dido/Fiona Apple/Norah Jones-ish kind of feel and kept repeating something about “what I have is not my own” at the end. It had a great groove, and I can’t find it!!! RRRRRGH!
w00t. There it is.
Finally, we have reached a point where the blogs can be less sad and introspective, and more the happy kinds of things that I usually write. Plus, I just like the “word” w00t. But not “lol.” That’s not a word.
Old and trusted.
Yeah…there have been some bad things in the past with some people, and I have said my apologies. I am letting go of everything, since part of my therapy is letting go of the past, and the anger/guilt associated with it. Just feeling the love and support from everyone this past couple of weeks has made a huge difference in my life. Big hugs to the old and trusted friends—Lis, Bri,...
Snake in the corner.
Recovery has been good, and today I felt almost 90% me. I spent two hours on the phone with Mom, and that helped. But I told her something that still gets to me. After something as intense as the last few weeks happens, it is not easy to feel entirely safe and content. It’s like being in a wonderful house, with everything you need to keep you happy and well, but knowing that there is a...
Grandma
Ethan has been talking about his “Grandma” who lives far, far, far away, in a house that reaches the sky (“kind of like a lighthouse, but different”). The door is made of wood, with black screws, and opens by itself onto the grass. “Grandma” has statues of angels. And she wears a black shirt. Her favorite song is a medieval tune called “Danse...
Neat.
My personalDNA Report
Road to Recovery
Now that I’m out of the hospital, I start the outpatient care. The meds are working, and I’m starting to function like a real person again. More later.
2/10
Days with sleep/days without sleep. This mental stuff is trying to get me. I can’t look at my kid without sobbing uncontrollably, and I feel like I’m in a lexan box looking out—at my husband and son, playing and laughing, with me unable to reach through and touch them. I don’t know what brought this on, but it’s been a month now, and the 2 meds I have tried have...
July 2007
5 posts
"I don't want to ride the Firey Fist O' Pain!"
Yup. SpongeBob. Glove World.
WooHoo!! Dork Hooray!!
Looky what I have!!! Yay!! Pagoda A Pagoda is a furnishing located at your Campground. When “Used” Your pagoda will send out groovy good vibrations as you rest, allowing you to recover double the usual amount of HP and MP. It also grants 3 extra Adventures per day. And… Palindrophy This trophy is earned by constructing a Pagoda at your campsite.
Payback is a...
Roll of Toilet Paper? Uh-huh! Using the skills taught to you by the Asian Vandalism Master of 「トイレットペーパー」 Fu, Steve, you expertly dress Rigga Tony’s Frobozz Instant House™ with the flowing white sheets of your ancestors. This reminds you of a haiku:Burning cherry tree Ev’ry blossom is aflame Uh, here come the cops.
The Shining Blade of Liebowitz
I love that. Cartoons and the Food Network comprise 90 percent of my television viewing. The above title is from Fairly OddParents, when Artie Liebowitz pulls the sword from the stone. FOP makes me laugh hysterically almost every episode, as does El Tigre (a Samurai-Jack-esque ‘toon). SpongeBob and Jimmy Neutron follow as enjoyable time-wasting shows, along with the weird and colorful Wow...
MRI's and the evil of diagnostics.
Okay, so Thursday was the Day of Suck. I had gone to bed the night before feeling the worst I had since the few weeks of weirdness after birthing my son. I was shaky, tingly, numb, had blurred vision, chest pain, and pain shooting down my left arm. Great symptoms. It started while playing Candy Land (which would give anyone an aneurysm) and got progressively worse throughout the evening. The...
June 2007
1 post
Escape from YourSpace
MySpace is not my space. It is ridiculous. If anyone wants to find me, they may find me here. (thanks, Dan, for your inspiration) Now, back to my House (newly acquired from the Leaflet) and my vodka martini. Adventuring is me!